Friday, October 12, 2007

Harold and the Purple Crayon

Snuggled in bed with my children last Sunday morning, I put on the television show Harold and the Purple Crayon, based on the series of books Harold and the Purple Crayon.

In this episode, Harold was busy searching for his fish, Goldie. At the end of the story it was revealed that Goldie died. I stifled myself so the kids didn't see me but inside I was just crumbling. They didn't make the connection. In fact, they seemed more interested in having breakfast which I suppose was a good thing. My grandmother would have enjoyed there being a fish named Goldie.

Daisy May

Today is the anniversary of Daisy May's death. One year. It does not seem possible I have been cat-less for that long, when being catted for twenty years.

There is a photo of Daisy May sitting with my grandma. I can't find it right now but will have to. They are both on my futon and grandma is smiling.

Now neither are here.